"All those Roman busts were painted, you know," remarked Lea without turning, inking eyeliner onto the angel in the library courtyard fountain.

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"All those Roman busts were painted, you know," remarked Lea without turning, inking eyeliner onto the angel in the library courtyard fountain. It was as tall as she was, so she perched with her feet on opposite edges of the narrow plinth and anchored herself to the statue with her free arm.

Romy remained unconvinced that the librarians would approve. It really was beautiful, all the same. She'd mastered human skin tones, somehow, and been imbuing every statue she came across with life.

Lea dropped back into the fountain with a gentle splash and admired her handiwork, hands on hips. "That'll do." Romy's fear of getting caught was instantly replaced with a dread of squelching and dripping their way back through the library. Lea had not intended to step in the water at all, but had slipped when climbing the statue, and now accepted her fate.

"Why don't you have any normal hobbies?" Lea only brightened, a mischievous smile blooming. Romy rubbed her eyes and the bridge of her nose, chin on both thumbs. "Should we go check out the fountain in the rose garden as long as you're already sopping wet?"

Lea considered it, and then shook her head. "I do have plans for the frieze patterns there, and the fairies, but there are no angels." Romy looked up, puzzled, to meet a somehow even more mischievous smile. "I didn't pack my sans-seraph fountain pens."

(inspired by https://dirtyknight.life/objects/efb8d6f5-8ada-4e3b-8472-bfe983b529ea)

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